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Did everybody have a Merry Christmas? I did! I got LotR Trivial Pursuit and would challenge everyone to a game! (If I could:))

My apologies for the delay! I was out of town the day I was supposed to update. I didn't get the chapter finished before I left, and never got time to finish it until now. Sorry!

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On with Chapter 7!


Sleepily, Estel rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself. It was morning. He slumped over to the sick elves' beds, checking each elf. He found that the redness and fever had not left them, but they appeared as if their torture increased. After doing everything in his power to ease their pain, Estel went to the library. Finding that both Elladan and Treva were still sleeping, Estel grabbed the next book and began searching. He was searching for something, anything that would give a clue as to what infected the elves.


The next few days (and nights) were spent mainly in the library. Estel or Elladan periodically checked the elves for any change. There wasn't ever any. About mid-afternoon on the third day, Treva started nodding and was encouraged by Estel and Elladan to get some rest. Soon, she walked out of the room. As soon as she left, Estel yawned. Elladan set his book down and said, "Mellon-nin. You need your sleep as well."

"No, I am able to continue."

"Estel, you are not an elf-"

"I knew that." replied Estel, grinning.

Elladan smiled. No matter how serious the situation, the human could always make them laugh. "I meant you do not have the elven abilities that I possess. You need to sleep."

Estel considered this. While, he didn't want to give up anything, even for a few hours, Estel knew that, in the case of a cure being found, he would function better if he had his rest. Estel weighed this in his mind.

"Well, as much as it pains me to admit you're true, I suppose you are right. This time." Estel added with a smile. He shoved a mark in his book, set it down on a nearby table, and slumped out of the library. Before returning to his quarters, Estel decided to check up on his patients: Elrond, Elrohir, and Legolas. After examining them, Estel gave them an herb to help break the fever that still surrounded the elves. Estel then slumped into the hallway, and back into his quarters. Sleep took him instantly.


The next day went much as the previous ones had. Elladan, Estel, and Treva were all searching for any clue as to what ailed the elves. A pile of the books that had been searched was soon formed. So far, nothing had been found. The three, again, spent the majority of the day in the library.

Treva silently turned the pages to the medical book she was holding. She skimmed through the pages, when her blood froze. Mordollwen, She read, is a very dangerous poison to the elven race. Quickly, she continued to read. The poison, if swallowed, will affect only elves. It slowly rips away at their stomach, and causes pain, fever, and an unconscious state for many days. There is only one known cure- Treva stopped. A cure! Finally the suffering she had caused the elves could end! But wait. Her masters. They had told her there was no cure. Now there is one? They had lied! Her masters had told her there was none so they would ensure she wouldn't betray them! Now she could know the cure! Did she want to? Did she dare?

Treva thought back to her childhood. She replayed her horrific memories, looking for an answer.


Playing, as a girl would, by the riverside. She longed for that carefree atmosphere. That was where she should have grown up, where she should be. But, no. Her life changed the day of the orc-raid in her small rohirric village. The orcs destroyed everything. They destroyed her home, her family, her life. She remembered standing there amongst the rumble. She, a girl of five, was taller than everything else in her village. It burned. Her village burned around her. Her heart burned inside of her for her mother's comforting, safe embrace. She remembered thrusting out her arms, waiting for it. Waiting, waiting for her horrors to end. All she heard was her own heartbeat. She was alone. Her comfort never came.


Okay! That seems like the best place to stop for now!

I'm am currently suffering from a lack of ideas for this story, and it's getting harder to write. Any ideas whatsoever would be helpful! Anything!

I'm setting a review rule: I have to receive at least 4 reviews before I update again!. I think that out of the 700 some of you that have visited this story, at least 4 of you can review! Thanks!

I'll come back when I get 4 reviews! May the Force be with you!